Fudge Pudge Lyrics - Singles - Organized Konfusion

Here we go again with the funky intro 

People approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po E T R 

Y, yes, and I'm the first batter 

The Pharoahe usually go first, but it don't matter 

(Nah it don't matter) 

Funky slices of beats like this comes once in a blue 

But it's not hard for me to chew 

So kick off your shoes and don't forget your socks 

I wash and wash them emcees like Clorox 

Skills I have, good and plenty 

If you want dope lyrics, but still gimmicks gimme 

Beats, equivalent to just something that I can 

Flow, flow, flow, flow, float on 

It's gettin' breezy so kiddies'll keep ya coat on 

When I proceed to light the party 

In the summer, somethin' like a Mardi Gras 

Bikinis, panties, bras 

Juicin' 'em and I'm suckin' the girls up like straws 

Oops, upside ya dome, I don't answer the phone 

When I'm home not alone on the bone 

Leave your name and your number 

And a brief message at the end of the tone, boop 

Ooh, and I like it 'cause I'm Poetry, the psychic 

Intellectual level would rather, nah, nah, I don't like that 

Yo, scratch that one more time 

(You can do better than that) 

Rollin' lyrics off the tip of my tongue, swing 

I swing, swing, I swang, swang, I swung, swung 

Bringin' you the news like Kaity Chung 

But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from 'Hong Kong Fooey' 

Numba one supa guy, I love the women but I don't try to see 'em 

I'd rather make the money bein' on the cover of E.M. 

Get emcees mad, make them flare up nostrils 

I'm Poetry, the rap fanatic, I get hostile 

Yeah, can I, can I get a beat? 

(Hostile, hostile, hostile) 

Yo, Pharoahe's up next, yo, yo Monch 

Kick it, Monch 

Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure cooker 

I leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers 

Slip and slide, I sling the sludge 

Fudge, fudge, pudge, pudge, but never hold a grudge 

Up against the wall, I caught you with the drugs 

The organism's on the jury, guess who's the judge 

I hit the hook heavy, ready no chitter-chatter 

I figure since I'm bigger, why pitter-patter 

Prouncin' on particular poets who persist to portray professional punks 

You're just a pussy, meow, cat when I'm deckin' you 

Disrespectin' you, clever whenever I select a new dialogue 

One plus one, get it together 

Girls don't despair 'cause I'll be your 'Fair Weather Friend', friend 

No, I don't have a Benz and no, I don't have an Infiniti 

I figure the eight inches of meat, will be the remedy 

When I pull up to the bumper 

'Cause I'll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter 

I tell you now you never hated 

(Hated) 

The triple X when it comes to sex is what I'm rated 

I tell you, know that I can give good love 

Yes, I'm the one you should love 

(Tell us about it) 

So don't try to diss 'Fudge Pudge' 

'Cause it's alright with me 

Kick, slick rhymes out of a mouth 

Tricky in a joust, plus I'm down with Mickey Mouse 

C'mon, everyone, lets flow to the rhythm of my tongue 

To the rhythm of a drum, emcees wanna battle 

But they can't get with the capital M O N C H on the mic 

I get swifter than the rest of them, maybe even the best 

Scorin' one, oh, one on a poetical test 

So O.C. if you know who you are 

(C) 

Get on the mic become a superstar 

The form I signify is cultivated, why spread it 

Many, many lyrics memorized, inbedded 

In my think, tank sharp as a shank knife 

I strike the mic just as quick as a snake bite 

Suck out the poison, yeah, go 'head, try it 

Skills of an assassin', watch as I'll fly 

Thorough, doesn't matter the borough, I'm swingin' 

Clear to the end, keep the party people clingin' 

Treatin' emcees like government cheese 

Shred 'em like cheddar, cut 'em up 'cause P's 

Laid out on the bed while we write to the tracks 

He's so funny when it comes to the snaps 

Write a hardcore rhyme, that's what the boy said 

I could whip up a rhyme that could slice a boar's head 

No, that's ham and we don't digest that 

Organism, that's when a dog ate a rat 

So fee-fi-fum everybody's 'Funky Drummin' it 

When you hear the bassline, you'll be hummin' it 

I'm keepin' it simple 'cause I can swing many ways 

Rappers get Met, 'cause Met it pays 

It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world and it's best to never wild out 

Go against me and I'm quick to pull out 

The driveway by the way, hey 

Picked up your girl 'cause she was goin' my way 

Hand on the stick, foot on the clutch 

Flowin' over eighty miles per hour, I'll pull it on outta 

Skid marks left on the ground like tattoos 

The rubber smells badder than the doodoo on your shoes 

You stink, better think wise, is what I advise 

'Cause O.C. has skills to kill a whole tribe 

Off, awkward, spaghetti, I'll sauce it 

Lyrics flow like fluid out of a faucet, yeah 

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